ANASTASIA’S POV

When I stepped into the house, the aroma of something delicious greeted me. I paused for a second to take in the scent of spices and roasted meat.

I curiously made my way to the kitchen wanting to see what Maria was making. The last thing I expected to see was Nolan standing over the stove, making roasted chicken. Maria was standing beside him, handing him a dish as he plated the meal.

I took in what was happening and blinked, maybe I was hallucinating?

Nolan? Cooking?

He looked up just then and caught sight of me. I watched as a slow smile spread across his face. “Hey,...